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You Can’t Fly a Kite in the Rain

I see right through you.

If ignorance is truly bliss,

I hope that you enjoy

wallowing in the murky pool

of your own self-

pity.


You walk through life refusing

to harvest the seeds of hatred

that you have sown.

You wait for others to salvage the bodies behind you

but when it comes time for them to salvage yours,

you throw them away.


The ruins you have abandoned me in

are Hell compared to the paradise that

you cloud yourself in.

You Can’t Fly a Kite in the Rain

I see right through you. If ignorance is truly bliss, I hope that you enjoy wallowing in the murky pool of your own self- pity. ...